What happens when a cat helps
Not my cat. (Sadly, I’m allergic.) But Freddie, nextdoor’s pet, likes to pop in and survey the outer regions of his kingdom. This evening I was in my usual position, adjusting fabric on the rug. He appeared and deigned to lend a rather superior paw.
‘Yes, I approve. Karen is sewing.’ Sharp nod. ‘Carry on.’
Then he left.
Adorable! So glad you have great help!
Ah, yes. Help from a feline friend is nothing to be sneezed at (no pun intended).
Mine likes to make sure that nothing will blow away. Thus he helps by setting his considerably furry weight on whatever I’m working on. The other likes to supervise from the top of a nearby cupboard.
My friend’s cat helps her knit by tensioning the yarn between his teeth.